The Warner sun. (Warner, Brown Co., Dakota [S.D.]) 1885-1???, 1887-11-25

per'aps. an my husband don't do
much work, AN I'm about crazy with
it all, What / was tsgoing to do with
Poorhouse is so full I'm afraid / can't
get her in, but no use talking, / can't
keep her myself. So / thought Of yer
wanting her last summer, and SEE
tpa try and see If MISS Deana'I take
her, If only fur q little while Will
you ma'am? Look az her asleep here,
the innocent little thing
She put back her shawl as shespoke
and revealed Dorothy, whose curly
yellow head rested in childish trust
against the arm which would have
wrought her harm Sithout a moments
hesitation for its owners selfish ends
She was very proud, this well-bred
lady, and it cost her q severe struggle
to accept the child under such cir
cumstances, when q few months ago
she had been SO harshly denied. But
when she thought shat the little child
would be the greatest sufferer If her
pride held out, and q vision of happy
Times in tae future when Cecil should
be with them again came before her,
she felt conquered and humbled, and
taking the child from the woman's
arms. said to her:
"For Dorothy's sake not yours. /
win take her, not for a short time,
but forever. She is mine now, and
you relinquish all claims upon her.
Do you agree?"
EYES," was the unhesitating reply,
and, anxious to get rid of the wonls
an, Aunt Agatha loaded her with fan.
nels and blankets, and sent her on
her way rejoicing. Then she carried
Dorrie into the sitting-room, q dow
hv the fire and cried q little over her.
After that she put the little n to
bed, anxious for the morrow's sun to
rise.
When Dorrie awoke the next day,
can you imagine her surprise at find
ing herself lying beside Miss Agatha
beautiful rooms The lady was still
asleep, and Dorrie lay very still, try
ing to solve the all-important puzzle.
"It must have been iairies," she de-
cided at last, hardly daringt to breathe
lest the spell should be broken, and
the should find herself back again In
she dirty little cottage, and hear Aunt
Jen's sharp voice bidding her get up
and set the table for breakfast. All,
dear little heart,yo are safe from the
sound OF that voice f~oreyerl
1T was not long before Aunt Agatha
awoke, and then the whole had to be
explained and the new relationship of
mother and daughter fully established
and sealed by a kiss. q
Nov we'll send for Cecil to come
and spenu Christmas with as, shall
we not?" Aunt AGATHA suggested, and
Dorothy agreed ioyfully. for you may
be sure she longed to see the boy who
had been instrumental in promoting
her happiness.
Great were the preparations made
for his coming, and when Christmas
eve arrived the house had assumed q
very festive appearance. Aunt Aga
cha was sitting before the fire, her
hands busy ais usual. with some soft
knitting, and a little girl, looking 20.
different from Dorothy of old that we
scarcely know her, sat on a low stool
at her side.
At Dorrie's own request Amt Aga
tina had not written to her nephew of
the child's removal to her home, and
consequently he was in blissful
ignorance and wondered greatly at
the invitation he had received.
Nevertheless he was not slow in &C.
cepting it, and the two before the fire
were awaiting his arrival. Fancy had
been sent to the station to meet hum,
assa already the whistle and scream OF
the engine could be heard. Dorrie,
far too eager to sit still, wandered
first to the window, then to the kitch-
en-, where q grand dinner was being
prepared, and back again to Aunt
Agatha and the fire. But before long
horses hoofs were heard on the gravel
without, and Miss Deane hastily put
her knitting work out of sight and
hurried to the door.
There was Cecil, looking as bright rs
ever, grown taller and more manly.
Can you imagine the Joyful meeting?
Everything was explained entirely to
the boys satisfaction; every ono was
happy and all went well. Little Dor
rie's troubles were indeed over.